Cowered eyes
reveal your trembled thoughts
and your fingers
dancing on your cigarette
contradict your smile
You present yourself as human
yet you are only half-man
consumed by devolution
a Devonian sea scorpion
with opposable thumbs
Go ahead
drink your cocktail
smoke your cigarette
grind the coal deadly
and light another
She’s not buying what you are selling
You won’t feed on her tonight
for she doesn’t swim the sea floor
anymore
Your insouciance is belied as a feral flicker
in your hunting eyes
as you turn and leave
There are always other fish in the sea
on which to feed
Your kind never starves from lack of fodder
but you will go to bed tonight
without your supper
Shhh.
Don’t be troubled
You still have that ancient revolving hunger
to keep you warm